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I've been working pretty hard, I haven't even had more than a few minutes here and there to spend at home all week. So, I brought in Aaron Paul housesit for me while I've been making my rounds for the day and night talk show circuit to put in a few good words for ER, and my band. Two birds with one stone, you know the drill. I got back last night, surprised to find the Williford-West zoo still alive and well, and not so surprised to find that he'd cleaned the place out of food and messed the place up best he could have managed. Never take up a career in the maid service, man.
We have a show tonight in Newport Beach, it's not too late to come down if you're in the area and haven't got much else to occupy yourself.
I was at the Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week and on Halloween I dressed up in my alter ego, the 80s dirty-blonde drunken rockstar, and went to The SKYY Orange Halloween Party. Oh, and by the way, if this chick called Jenna Dewan is caught running around with me in pictures, we'll just say she's my bodyguard who keeps other women away from me when Willa can't be there to do it herself. Willa had work so she couldn't make it down but I promised to let my alter ego woo her later when she gets home. I didn't realize it until the other day how often I refer to Willa's place as home, but I hardly spend any time at my own place anymore, so I guess that's what it's become to me.
The random moments I have been home, I do next to nothing. I sleep, I watch myself on ER and cringe at how much some of my lines suck. I've become a pro at working the camera on my cell phone. She's been gone so long and so far away, I clog her phone with pointless pictures. I share my good hair day, I give her proof of her animals still being alive, I snap pictures of the ER set and have cast members send her a wave. I leave her too many voicemail messages and talk to her voicemail as if it were her, she must spend a good part of life listening and deleting junk off of her phone.
I want to go to batting cages, ever since I started carrying around my baseball bat for the self-defense against the still missing bikeman, I feel like it's not being put to good enough use and lately I feel like cracking it against something and mentally running bases.
We have a show tonight in Newport Beach, it's not too late to come down if you're in the area and haven't got much else to occupy yourself.
I was at the Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week and on Halloween I dressed up in my alter ego, the 80s dirty-blonde drunken rockstar, and went to The SKYY Orange Halloween Party. Oh, and by the way, if this chick called Jenna Dewan is caught running around with me in pictures, we'll just say she's my bodyguard who keeps other women away from me when Willa can't be there to do it herself. Willa had work so she couldn't make it down but I promised to let my alter ego woo her later when she gets home. I didn't realize it until the other day how often I refer to Willa's place as home, but I hardly spend any time at my own place anymore, so I guess that's what it's become to me.
The random moments I have been home, I do next to nothing. I sleep, I watch myself on ER and cringe at how much some of my lines suck. I've become a pro at working the camera on my cell phone. She's been gone so long and so far away, I clog her phone with pointless pictures. I share my good hair day, I give her proof of her animals still being alive, I snap pictures of the ER set and have cast members send her a wave. I leave her too many voicemail messages and talk to her voicemail as if it were her, she must spend a good part of life listening and deleting junk off of her phone.
I want to go to batting cages, ever since I started carrying around my baseball bat for the self-defense against the still missing bikeman, I feel like it's not being put to good enough use and lately I feel like cracking it against something and mentally running bases.